INSATIABLE

I know I need a beta... any takers? I write these on the sly at work *lol* so editing them with people breathing down your neck is a little hard to do. I'm certain the guy that sits behind me knows what I'm up to *lol* Anyways... the plot thickens and as always the reminder : go read PANDORA! she's lovely I promise :) - Love Esme
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He was sitting with his feet up on his desk, lounging regally like a great cat she thought. Her brain screeched to a halt and she dropped the large and hefty box of her belongings, everything scattering to the floor as she gasped loudly at the sight of him.

He whipped around at his desk and swooped in to help her pick up her things. First gain her trust back he reasoned to himself. She was speechless and was very uncomfortable with his long nimble fingers on her belongings. She saw his eyes scrutinize the photos and trinkets scattered on his polished wood floor.

She was speechless… had the world gone mad? Lucius Malfoy, Minister of Magic, she thought she would never see the day. She felt the fury brew within her, he had led her to believe he had a dirty secret on her, when in fact she thought he was privy to the fact she forged documents to clear the names of a number of close friends when Fudge had sullied their names and were to ship them to Azkaban even though they were innocent.

That was ages ago however, and she realized how she had played into his hand. Last night he had no dirt on her whatsoever, he was bluffing so he could intimidate her into spreading her legs for him. It had worked, and now he had real blackmail to use against her loved ones that would disown her if they knew she had slept with Lucius Malfoy.

She had been duped, by the master of deceit. She could see the headlines now, if word got out his reputation would only suffer mildly, sex scandals seemed to only increase fame, men would admire him and women would understand the poor girls need to sleep with the dashing and powerful Minister once they took a look at his devastatingly handsome face scrawled across their Daily Prophet. It sickened her, the injustice of the situation, she had heard of that American Muggle Monica Lewinski… she vowed to NEVER end up in her shoes.

The office was breathtakingly beautiful. Dark emerald furniture and dark cherry wood mixed with silver accents. The office was massive, much more so than the former Ministers, Lucius saw to that. Hermione could tell a great deal of his time
would be spent entertaining the blue blood elite in this very room.


She shivered visibly and audibly when his hand brushed hers "long time no see Miss Granger" he said sarcastically. It hadn’t been but 10 hours or so since she had last shared a bed with him, and now they would be sharing an office.

The gravity of the situation was sinking in rapidly. Had this been what he meant when he said he would blackmail her? A way for her to not step out of line, by seducing her and threatening humiliation Her eyes darted around the room, anywhere but on his cruel silver eyes. The guilt and shame crept into her slowly.

"you seem quite shaken, take a seat and I'll clear all this up" he said as he guided her to a the overstuffed black leather sofa. She let the cushions envelop her and she wanted to sink into the sofa forever. Never to surface again.

She watched intently at the floor while he neatly settled everything on her new desk with a flick of his wand.

"now that’s all settled, care for a celebratory drink?" he said as he sauntered over to the bar. "It's 10:00 in the morning… Sir" she stammered aghast. "It's five o'clock somewhere as the muggles say" he said as he shot her a playful wink before fixing himself a drink. He brought over two crystal glasses and sat dangerously near her on the leather sofa. He handed her the crystal glass and she shook her head slowly "No thank you" she said adamantly.

“Very well" he said as he set her glass on her end table. He reached over her and she could smell his expensive scent that made her turn to jelly.

She avoided his eyes and he casually took a sip of his fine fire whiskey.
"I’m certain you are a touch surprised by our new working arrangements, but I must concede that I am pleased to have you working underneath me” his words laced with double meanings he knew her sharp mind would analyze for days to come. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "I think this is highly unprofessional" she spat out.

He gave her a dismissive glance "what exactly do you think is so unprofessional” he said as he turned to face her. "you know exactly what I’m talking about" she grumbled.

He raised a golden eyebrow in faint shock. "what have I done to already earn your disapproval? let me count the ways.. drinking before noon or in general? shagging you within a literal inch of your life last night? promoting you to a station most never dream of?" he said with a satisfied smirk.

"I think all of the above could explain my disdain for you" she hissed. The anger danced in his eyes "I am Minister of magic, your boss and the supreme law of the land.., do you really think I give a great damn what a great bushy haired prude like you thinks of me?" he said in a huff.

He took a long swallow of his drink, finishing it and rolling it between his hands.
She studied him, how cavalier and confident he always appeared, it mad her blood boil. "I quit" she said as she moved to stand up. He blocked her from moving by a single finger resting on her collarbone. "at least give me two weeks notice.. and might I add…an unsatisfactory reference from the minister of magic would be all too tragic on your resume" he said with a lustful glint in his eye.

She cringed at the thought of his real trump card that he held, the one that would get her disowned from her friends and family. She sunk back onto the couch in a huff.

He lounged back on the sofa and gave her a cruel glare "so thanks for that drink Mr. Malfoy! I would love to get acquainted with my new office" he said impersonating her. He leaned back across her and brought her crystal glass to his mouth and took another long swallow. He whisked the glasses away with his hand. They settled neatly, sparkling clean into the cupboard.

"What no elves following you around the office to do your dirty work?" she said with a hateful tone. He gave her a smug smile "Actually – dearest, my dirty work is now your job”. She sighed heavily and stared at the floor, ignoring him.

He leaned into her and was inches from her face "if your going to continue flashing me those defiant eyes I’m going to have to pull in the reigns on you" he said as he leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Her hand quickly connected to the side of his face.

She could see her hand print blooming across his beautiful face. They exchanged a glacial stares as her blood ran cold as his face became devoid of all expression.

"Very well, you would think you would have learned your lesson from last night... but apparently your a glutton for punishment" he ground out as he stood from the couch. She thought back to the horrific and wonderful things he did to her body and mind just sheer hours ago as soon as he said punishment.

He walked briskly to his desk and picked up a large pile of papers , tossing them onto her desk which was a mere foot from his. He sat down at his desk and stared at her intently.

She felt like the calm before the storm, or was she just in the eye of the hurricane? He impatiently motioned to her desk "SIT!" he barked. She knew he commanded respect with his sheer presence, but when it sank in that he was indeed her boss,
in charge of her career and general happiness during her waking hours.. and perhaps even her bed, she knew he now held an authority of her, that was seemingly covering every facet of her life. She felt the walls closing in.

"you might as well get to work, those are just the formal paperwork to get your acclimated with your new job…so busy yourself, I don't have time to hand out a punishment now." he said as he buried his nose into a pile on his own desk.

As she assessed the quality of life issue in her head of what exactly kind of "punishment" she would receive she noticed how neat and quiet their shared office was. He seemed so unassuming and non-threatening with his silver framed reading glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. He looked scholarly, which to Hermione meant HOT.

She thought he was simply a spoiled pureblood, with no work ethic aside for his own advancement. Perhaps there was a lot more to him that she thought. She pushed those thoughts away as she set to work organizing her effects across her desk, oddly enough he had managed to place everything where she usually kept it, minus the pictures of her and Viktor and one of her and Harry, she found the framed photographs face down in her bottom drawer under many piles of folders.

She nearly forgot she was being punished or was due her punishment when she finished her paperwork, she noticed it was nearing her lunch break.

He never looked up from his work when he barked his command to her "you will lunch with me and ambassador Cardinale and Franko at noon, and you will wear these" he instructed her as he held out two shiny silver orb shaped items that she thought were earrings. She looked at them curiously when she slipped her fingers into his palm and grasped them she saw they had no backs "Sir these earrings have no backs to them" she said as she examined the silver bobbles.

"they do not go in your ears miss Granger, they go somewhere entirely different” he said as he let his gaze wander over her breasts.

She recoiled from him and felt like dropping the orbs to the floor , they looked profane to her now. He looked at her with no expression "do you need me to assist you in putting them on?" he asked frankly.

She stammered and her eyes went wild. "I cannot wear these, I refuse" she declared.

"It will be your punishment, I do not tolerate insubordination, if you do not take this punishment I’m afraid you will serve a greater punishment later" he warned briskly. She stared at the smooth silver orbs in her hand. She hadn’t the faintest idea how they could attach themselves to her nipples.

He stood from his chair and walked around his briskly. She gave him an incredulous look. He was all business now, efficient and fast he hastily took them from her hand and looked at them closely.

"open your blouse" he quietly commanded her. She stammered again "you can't do this.. I" he gave her an impatient glower before placing the orbs in his mouth and roughly unbuttoning her shirt. He efficiently tugged the cup of her white lace bra and her right breast popped from its restraint. She felt glued to the spot and too scared to move, she screamed at her body to not react to him.

"Do NOT let your nipples get hard.. Hermione NO!" she chastised herself.
Before he even began and before his hot breath even met her skin, her nipples were standing at attention, begging for his fingers to play with them. It was like asking the rain not to fall.

He pried the orb from his cupids bow lips, a small hot hint of his saliva on his fingers and coating the orb. He pressed an orb hard onto her nipple and she felt an intense scalding sensation as the orb seemed to melt and mold to her nipple. She felt the most intense heat spread through her body and the pain lingered for what seemed like an eternity.

She gasped aloud and read his eyes for some acknowledgement of her pain.
She would have probably enjoyed his sadistic grin instead of the look of cold reserve, as if she was a bank statement or budget he had just drawn up.

He quickly tugged down the other cup of her bra down and the intense and glorious heat spread through every fiber again. He gently pulled her lacy cups up over her creamy breasts and quickly buttoned up her shirt in silence.

He whisked back over to his desk as his hair brushed against her hand when se adjusted her boobs back into her bra properly. The light friction of the lace against
her now metallic nubs sent shock waves of pleasure through her. His silken hair felt so good on her skin she wanted to wrap her hand up in it

Lucius kept the conductor of the two orbs attached to her breasts in his pocked, it looked like an ordinary coin, aside from its smooth surface. He essentially held her nipples in his pocket and could transmit pleasure or pain at any time through the coin.

She sat back down at her desk and arranged the pictures of her and Viktor, Harry among other photo’s of her friends and family. The picture of her and Viktor were of the pair after Viktor won the Quidditch World Cup, there were crowds of people around them and streamers and metallic confetti covered them from head to toe. They smiled brilliantly at the camera before Viktor pulled her in for a heart felt kiss. She loved how wizard photographs moved…

She noticed Lucius eyes on her and quickly snapped out of her reverie. She pretended to be looking over the paperwork again till she felt his gaze release her. Before she knew it was lunch time.